If it comes, it will be safe. If I want to write it, let's write my own story.

If that's a relationship.

The hero has a nice name, Yan Xu. Yes, Yan Xu, there seems to be a lot of possibilities, all the possibilities of my youthful ignorance, but all this is also with the ignorance of youth, and finally it continues into infinite sadness.

Originally, I wanted to let myself forget the past, but in the days of college, in the days without Yan Xu, I could still remember the bits and pieces of the past, and I realized that missing him had become a habit for me, and I couldn't get rid of it.

And when I started writing this story, it gave me another reason to remember.

Who said don't talk about the past? If you don't suffer from amnesia, who can really forget the past, not to mention, who was the first person in your life to like. If it were you, would you choose to forget or remember?

How do you say that sentence, even though I have been abused thousands of times, I treat you like my first love. That's right, that's first love.

When I type into the computer at night, his smile always comes to mind, the kind of smile that is quiet without a sound.

It's the kind of smile that comes on because I want to give you a smile. That pure smile that makes you forget the whole world.

I have told myself more than once: this person has nothing to do with you anymore, you don't even know where he is now, and it has long been meaningless to miss except to torture yourself, and you want to start a new life.

But it was all to no avail. I know that in those days I had become accustomed to not seeing him, not saying a word to him, just thinking about him silently, even if he would never know that I missed him like this.

That's right, this is a serious crush story.

In other words, Weiwei helped me sign up, and she had to be responsible from beginning to end. So, as a matter of course, she became a VIP reader of my new edition of the novel, I write a chapter, she reads a chapter, she writes a paragraph, she reads a paragraph.

After reading the beginning of the story slightly, she was very sad, "This heroine is so masochistic, she loves someone, and she doesn't let him know, he wants to get closer, and she pushes him away with her own hands, what does she think?" That's what, I love you, but it has nothing to do with you. Mayko, you're really perverted in writing this story. Is it really that complicated to fall in love? If you like it, tell him that it's not good? I have to hide it. ”

Although, when discussing the plot with Weiwei, I always smile, but when writing the story, I really miss it very much, and I often think of our old days, but I really don't know how we ended up, or if we never started.

Yan Xu, as soon as his name appears in my mind, it is a butterfly effect, overwhelming.

I don't know if every school has an broadcast room, and I don't know if every school has a midday campus broadcast. However, our school just created such a campus radio station in my freshman year of high school, and also cooperated with local radio stations to enrich students' extracurricular life, allowing students to be their own little hosts, and radio hosts regularly come to the school for training.

And Yan Xu and I happened to pass the layers of selection in the recitation competition, and finally were incorporated into the team of small radio hosts, and were also organized into a group and became the hosts of the campus radio song ordering program at noon every day.

I still remember that we called that time "Lucky Time".

Because at that time, for us, it was even more fortunate for us to be selected to contact the radio host, walk into that small broadcast room, gently push the tuning buttons, and let the music and singing be transmitted to every corner of the campus through our control.

"Hello everyone and welcome to Lucky Times. Send good wishes and send you more luck. I'm Mei Ke, I'm Yan Xu. We're here again. "Three days a week, at 12:30 p.m., we meet up with every student on campus on time, and we spend one afternoon after another listening to music in such a small room, wearing headphones.

Slowly, unconsciously, in my heart, this has also become an appointment between the two of us, never to be separated. Two years rain or shine. This should be considered the most romantic encounter on campus.

Later, we slowly discovered that our hobbies were so similar. From starting to know that we like the same singers, to discovering that we like to eat the same meals. Because we had lunch together in the studio before every show, by the way, we chose the lyrics, the songs, and at the end, we found out that we actually liked the same team, and we also liked to sneak up in the middle of the night on Saturday to watch the Premier League.

At that age, I believe in romance and fate. Maybe it's because of a song, a meal, the same gesture, a similar expression.

At the end of every recording, he would suddenly conjure up chocolate or cola, plum, popcorn, and I would lend him the key notes before the exam.

On his birthday, I would secretly prepare a song of his favorite, suddenly release it on the show, and then secretly watch the corners of his mouth rise slightly, turn his head, and glare at me dotingly.

But all happy times seem to end quickly. As we began to enter the third year of high school, prepare for the college entrance examination, completely leave the broadcast studio, and watch the new junior brothers and sisters bring the headphones we used to use and take over the broadcast studio keys we handed over, everything will end naturally.

That's right, it's over. Because later, nothing happened. In my recollections, it was only such a fragmented detail, but no one ever affirmed it.

However, my best friend at that time always blamed me for my "inaction", because she knew why Yan Xu liked to lean against the wall quietly in the corridor outside the classroom, and she also knew why Yan Xu regularly bought football magazines and music magazines to lend me every month.

Because after leaving the studio, the hallway was the only place where I could meet me, and those two magazines were the only reason to meet me.

However, I can't understand why at that time, if I really liked someone, I had to hide it as much as possible and not express it, feeling that all the likes I said were not really likes.

Probably because at that time, the shadow of early love shrouded every student all the time, afraid of parents, teachers, class teachers, and deans of academic affairs...... But in the end, what I was afraid of was the so-called, because early love delayed the future.

At that time, we didn't know what the future was, but it seemed important not to let anything stop us from moving towards it.

I was so depressed, hesitated, and then suddenly, the burden of the college entrance examination really came to us and pressed on us. And so all romance went.

It's such a story, and I put it into words, bit by bit. After writing, it is no longer the point whether to participate in the competition or not, but to write down this memory by yourself, to give yourself a sense of truth, and to tell yourself that this relationship really happened, rather than leaving no traces.

The story is almost finished, as if it was sung in the song, about a girl and a boy in the next class, about the most unforgettable green years, how the boy in the next class hasn't passed by my window, it's all you from beginning to end, let me invest too thoroughly, ignorant teenage time, the name has long been thought of It's called "One-man Show".

Xu Ruyun's "One-man Show", I like it very much, and the name is very suitable for the theme.